you said “i don’t know how to be a person”

well that’s fine with me.

i’m not looking for a person

I need a tree

that will absorb my tears and use them to thrive

everytime I cry into your roots you will grow stronger

my sadness will turn your leaves a vibrant green

I need a train

predictable in its travels

you will be set in your ways permanently by steel

my heart will be put at ease by the sound of your screeching brakes

picking me up to take me to the same old familiar place

I need a book

so I can take adventures when I choose to

I will hold you in my hand and accept what you have to offer

you may give me papercuts, and I will forgive every one

you don’t know how to be a person

that is okay

because I don’t know how to love one